Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1887-09-17
r SCORE QUEENS.

THREE SCORE QUEENS.
The HAMPToNs, Sept. 5.-The Rev.
DIR. L. Dewitt Talmage's text to-day
was from Solomon's Song, chapter vi,
v. 8:
ssThere are three score queens"
Following is the sermon in full:
SO Solomon, by one stroke, set forth
the imperial character of a true Christ
ian woman She is not a slave, not q
hircling, not a subordinate, but a
queen; and in my text Solomon sees
sixty of these helping to make up the
royal pageant Of Jesus. In a former
sermon I showed you that crown and
courtly attendants, and imperial ward
robe we're not necessary to make a
queen; but that grace of the heart and
life Will give coronation to any woman.
/ showed you at some length that
woman's position was higher in the
world than mans, and that although
she had often been denied the right of
suffrage. she always did vote and
always would vote by her influence;
and that her chief desire ought to be
that she should have grace rightly
TO rule in the dominion which she has
already won. / began an enumeration
~ - - ha.. ,;yhfo an.f fhfu ,1,n,snf N ~
resume the subject.
In the first place, woman has the
special and the superlatlve right--not
again going back to what | have al
ready said-woman has the special and
superlative right of blessing and COM
forting the sick.
UNIVERSALLY OF DISEASE.
What land, what street, what house,
ias not felt the smitings OF diseased
Tens of thousands of sick-beds! What
shall wes.do kwith themp Shall man,
With his rough hand and clumsy foot
golstumbling around the sick-room
,rving..to sooth the distracted nerves,
and alleviate the pains of the tossing
patIentp The young man ut college
may scott at the idea of being under
maternal influences; but at the first
blagt of the typhoid fever on his cheek,
he says: ''Where is motherP' Walter
Scott wrote partly IN Satire and partly
in compliment when he said:
80 woman, Ia our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy and hard to please;
When pain and anguish wiring the brow,
A ministeripg angel thou"
/ think the most pathetic passage in
all the Bible is the description of the
lad who went out to the harvest field
of Shunem and got suLstruck-t throw
ing HE hands on his temples and cry
ing out: 'Oh, my head! my head!'
and they said: Garry him to his
mother" Ard then the record is:
"He sat on her knees Till noon, and
then died" 1t is an awful thing to be
i'll away from home in a strange hotel.
once in a while men coming in to look
at you, holding their hands over their
mouth for fear they will catch the con
tagion. How roughly they .urn you in
bed. How loudly they talk. How you
long for
II MINISTRIES OF HOME.
I knew one such who went away
from one Of the brightest of homes, for
several weeks business absence at the
west. A telegram came at midnight
that he was on his death-bed, far away
from home. BY express train the wife
and daughters went westward; but they
went too late. He feared not TO die,
Ut he was in an agony to live until his
,amily got there. He tried to bride the
!octor to make him live q little while
longer. He said: II Am willing to
die but not alone" But the pulses
futtered, the eyes closed, and the
heart stoppe!. The express trains met
in the midnight; wife and daughters
going Observation-Disclosures remains of
husband and father coming eastward.
Oh. 1T was a sad, p%itiful, overwhelming
pectacle! When we are sick we want
to be sick at home. When the time
comes for us to die, we want to
die at home. The room may be
very humble, and the faces hat look
into ours may be very plain; but who
cares for thaiP Loving hands to battle
the temples. Loving voices to speak
good cheer. Loving lips to read the
comforting promises of Jesus. In our
last dreadful war, men cast the cannon;
men fashioned the m~usketry; men cried
to the hosts: Forward, march!' men
hurled their battallions on the sharp
edges of the enemy, crying: "Charge!
charged" but women scraped the lint;
women administered the cordIals;
women watched by the dying couch;
women wrote the last message to the
home circle; women wept at the soli-
tary burial attended by herself and
four men with a spade. We greeted
the general horne ryith brass bands,
and triunphal arches, and wild huzzas;
but the
sTORY Is TOO COOL
to be written anywhere. save in the
chronicles of heaven, of Mrs. Brady,
who came down among the sick in